The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Brook laughed dryly, followed by a coy smirk. "Oh right. You dropped off the stiff. Fun times. Sadly my work these days is more office-bound, taking care of mutant kids with criminal records as some sort of babysitter." She was remembering the woman now, but the name still escaped her. Was she even given the name? She wasn't sure.
"Andrea, right? No. No. Ami," she corrected with a shake of her head. "That's it, right?"
The blond woman gave another smirk as she was offered a drink, to which she knocked back the rest of her current one, then gave a flirty smile. "Sure~" she replied with a wink.
Unpleasant evenings were becoming more and more common for a certain workaholic. Brook's coworkers had suggested that she get out more, loosen up, and whatnot, but she wasn't here for that reason either. Actually, drinking at a bar at eleven-thirty on a Saturday night was just a part of her weekend routine by now.
Sometimes, though, she wondered if maybe her coworkers were right and she did need to find a way to relax that didn't involve going home and getting plastered. Though she normally drank until that idea went away, just like she planned to tonight. Not far from her, she noticed a familiar figure in a green hoodie sit at the bar and order a drink as well.
She needed to 'be more social?' Fine. She grabbed her half-finished drink, then slid over to the woman who'd just sat down. "Hey. We've met before, right?" she said as she took a sip of her drink before sitting on the stool. Yeah, this was her socializing. That was as far as it got, usually. She hoped her fellow SUPERs at the office were happy.
No. No. Brook was not going to stoop to his level by pinging back some smart-ass remark. She was going to be the adult in this situation and let it end. As much as it pained her to do so, she was going to be the bigger person. Besides, there were far more pressing matters than one-upping some kid, right? Right.
With Kinesis down, and Precision being apprehended, all that was left for her to do was take down the last guy. She'd seen her share of hostage situations, but they'd never gone down quite like this, especially now that more hostages were helping to restrain one of the culprits. Hostages safe, and main threat neutralized, she'd ran out the side door in an attempt to cut off the last guy.
But the squeal of tires made her change her directive a little as she took off towards her car, ignoring her phone as she saw the guy lying on the pavement, and Panu in the driver's seat.
"Great..."
She walked over to the guy; he was still alive, but he wasn't going anywhere, it didn't seem like. So, she glared at the kid in the driver's seat of her car.
"Put it in park and get back in your seat," she instructed.
"Slide the stick so it's next to the 'P' then get your ass back in your seat," she said a little more firmly.
If he followed her instructions, she'd get into the car and once everyone was buckled up, she'd start driving. "You're supposed to wait for the police in these situations, but this is a different situation. You're on parole, and I'm not really supposed to leave you alone, so...Good job, kid."
She kept to her hiding spot in the shadows, looking at the map; it wasn't hard to figure out. Just took some tapping of icons and she had a pretty good read on the building, and a good collection of the people inside. Until her phone went off again.
'When you're older, I'll teach you about budgets,' was all she quipped back as she went back to work, surveying the map and the dots that had identifications available. From the looks of it, there were three perpetrators. Kinesis, obviously. Then there was....she pushed the dot. Precision, Enhanced vision and accuracy, and the last was either a human or not chipped. Damn. She hated that kind of gamble; made it hard to come up with a game plan. The hostages, she wasn't really worried about. From what she could tell none of them were off duty cops or fellow agents, so they probably wouldn't be much help to her. In these situations, she found that most civilians were too paralyzed with fear to do anything useful. Hello....what's this?
She pushed the blip, and the information was much like that on her scanner but abbreviated. '73461952, Lincoln Malone. Codename NA. Former Military, Adrenaline based physical abilities. Threat: Low. Record: NO.'
He could be useful, or a hindrance, though maybe he was looking out for the innocent people. Him, she'd keep an eye on.
So she had her plan, and she carefully moved into position, putting the phone in her pocket and affixing the silencer to her weapon. She took a deep breath. It was go time. Her free hand took a quarter out of her pocket, tossing it across from her, and it clang on the floor, hopefully causing the distraction she needed. Her gun ready, she waited for someone to approach.
But they never did. She stepped back as she heard murmuring from the other side of the wall, and where she'd been standing, there was a hole blown in the wall! It happened fast, and there was now a bigger commotion as she heard one of them commanding the hostages to the corner and then she heard footsteps. In a flash, she sprung into action, gun up and ready as she looked through the large hole in the wall and fired, hitting Kinesis right between the eyes, as one of the hostages suddenly sprung into action, taking down who she assumed was Precision while the last guy took off running out of the door. Brook ducked back out of the side entrance with full intention of cutting him off. But as she was running, her blood ran cold as she thought about how she'd left Panu in the car.
He was a smart kid, she'd give it that, though Brook didn't mention to the lad that if the car ever became 'not safe' then that meant Brook had failed to do her job and she was probably dead. Sure, this wasn't really her problem, but it seemed the cops hadn't made it yet, and old habits died hard. Besides, her scanner told her there was a mutant inside, which meant there was at least one mutant inside.
She'd parked far enough away from the bank so the boy wasn't in immediate danger, but close enough to get there in time. When she got to the side door, the red light blipped green, and she slipped inside quietly as her phone went off.
'I didn't turn my phone on so you could send me pictures of cats...' she texted back. Even though she had her gun in one hand, texting with the other, and was about to storm a hostage situation, Brooklyn Callahan still made a point to use precise grammar and spelling in her texts, which probably spoke volumes about her personality. Once the text was sent, she checked the scanner.
'ID 42189954, Real Name: Marco Benoit Code Name: Kinesis, Mutation: Full Details unknown, Energy manipulation. Threat Level: High. Criminal Record: YES.'
She eased her way through the building, moving just so she could get a vantage point before disappearing into the shadows again. Her breath sharpened as she saw part of the desk had a large chunk missing, as if it was blown off. She could see a few people huddled in the corner, a few obviously mutant. But she couldn't see the perpetrator yet. Her heart racing, Brook closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she assessed the situation, her old instincts kicking in.
"You, what?" she said in Finnish, her face sporting a confident smirk like that poker player who knew he had four aces. "That's a good boy," she said a little more quietly, yet there was a menacing edge to her voice.
She sighed as she got into her car and turned the ignition. Sure, she was lucky to have a car in a place like this--at least until you hit traffic, but...this old beat up can wasn't her car. In fact, she'd left her car on the other side of the rip. It was a brand new Mustang that still had the new car smell, everything electronic, the works. Sure, she no longer had to pay the note on it but...gods she missed that car sometimes.
The old Crown Vic roared to life--though it sounded more like it was protesting being alive. She grumbled slightly, though maybe the car without all the fancy electronics was a good thing today, considering her passenger's abilities.
She turned on the radio, though it was laced with a bit of static, as she drove. Before getting to the Mansion, she drove by the bank, going through the drive-through ATM, figuring at the last moment that her errand would be better if she didn't have to get out of the car. But as the agent got to the bank, she saw there was nobody at the window. Her eyes scanned what bit she could see...it was too quiet. Way too quiet.
So she parked her car in the nearest parking spot on the street and looked back at Panu. "Do not. Leave. This. Car," she instructed in stern Finnish as she looked to the building, surveying another entrance to sneak into. Her hand was on her gun, but the other reached into her pocket and turned on her personal cell phone. There was nothing in it the kid could really use, but she figured it might help.
From what she could gather, there was a side entrance she could slip into, and the security was supposed to be tight. But from what she could tell...this was a hostage situation. Really, it brought her back to her NYPD days, back before things started to suck.
"We'll see about that," she said matter of factly, looking over the bridge of her nose at the kid. His record said his nose would not be clean, but time would tell. She may have been setting the little punk up for failure, but he could change her mind, but not easily.
And then....what the hell was he doing? He was...excited about the chip? That was...unusual, but not unexpected, considering the boy's powers. She may have zoned out during the whole fan boy bit, but she came right back to earth when he mentioned a ride to school. Well, it looked like she was the boy's mother now. "Well, I wasn't planning on leaving the office, but...yeah I'll give you a ride..." she sighed as she grabbed her keys and stood to her feet.
"I have to run an errand on the way though. If you step one foot out of the car, my report will read that you stole it," she said sharply as she stood to her feet to lead the lad out of the building, keeping him well within her sight as they reached her car that was parked on the curb; it wasn't quite what one would expect: a twenty year old Crown Victoria, black. Unlocking the door, she motioned to the back seat.
He went the 'boring' route. Smart kid. Give 'em what they ask for without giving away too much. It still didn't make her very happy, but they were at least getting somewhere. Brook admittedly perked up when he mentioned his 'school' and X-Men. Things were different on this side, sure, but she'd done her homework. That many mutants in one place...sure they were trying to do the right thing, from what she could tell, but every bunch had rotten apples in it, even when said bunch of apples were all self-righteous.
"No, I don't have any pets. It's just me at home." Unless one were to count her budding alcoholism as a pet...
She looked back through his record. "So, from the looks of it, we're going to have plenty of time to get to know each other. Regular visits and all that. When all is said and done, maybe not having to see me again will be motivation to keep your nose clean," she said, cracking a joke but it came out very dry. Though maybe she was hoping it'd be true; in her experience, not wanting to see a certain someone made a great motivator to not do what results in seeing them.
"Now, one more thing. I need you to hold out your wrist," she instructed, pulling her chip gun off of her belt and walking around the desk to get to him; since the phone had him on a short leash he couldn't exactly scoot closer to the desk, so she'd come to him.
"This is overall painless, but it's standard procedure." When he was ready, she'd use the device to insert the chip in his wrist, and then SUPER, or more specifically, Brook would be able to keep better tabs on him, not that she was spilling everything.
Brook noticed after sitting behind her desk that his demeanor had changed. He was just....standing in the middle of the room, straight as a board. Something was wrong.
""Do you have a phone you could turn on? This isn't a trick, I'm not trying to read your records, I just… can't see… without a camera. I don't know where the chair is."
The older woman's eyebrow quirked as she looked at him; the boy seemed to be telling the truth. Opening the folder, she took her pen and jotted down a note on a new page. 'Can't see without technology?' Heh...the boy was Bluetooth compatible. She smirked, keeping the note on a blank page just in case he was lying; once she was sure he wasn't pulling her leg, she'd put it in the actual file.
Opening her desk drawer, the woman fumbled around, digging out an old flip phone and a charger, plugging it in and turning it on. She turned it so the camera was facing the desk, and gave him time to sit down, motioning for him to take the old dinosaur of a phone once he'd done this. The phone wasn't in service anymore, and there was nothing of use on it. He needed to see, and that was basically all it'd be good for.
"Better?" she said, reverting to English as she waited for him to get situated. "So, what can you tell me about youself?" she repeated, her pen to the piece of paper, ready to take notes.
Okay so the kid's accent was a little rusty, but she wasn't sure how long he'd been away from home. Native tongue or not, when you go awhile without speaking a language, it sometimes took time to find your rhythm again. She studied the boy's body language, like he was trying to behave but something was off. He wasn't looking in quite the right direction but...that could be for any number of reasons. She glanced back through her file.
'Can control tech at short range.' Well, that explained why she was holding an actual paper file instead of scrolling through her tablet like usual.
"My my my..." she murmured in Finnish as she continued flipping. "You've been a busy young man, haven't you?" she said, somewhat growing intrigued by this little brat. She hated kids, but...this one had..something. Maybe with the right influence he could be some--oh what the hell was she doing? She wasn't this kid's mother. She was his parole officer, which meant two things: first, that she was there to keep his ass in line, and make a record of every time he stepped out; second, SUPER didn't regularly assign parole officers, so this meant that he was quite formidable, even if he was a juvenile.
"This way, please," she said as she turned to lead him down the hall to her office, though making sure to walk more beside than ahead of him, never turning her back or letting him out of her peripheral.
Opening the door, she led him to her office. It was simple, but it was hers. There were no pictures on the desk or on the wall, just assorted figurines, a few paintings of different landscapes, and an American Flag cup full of pens. Her technology; computer, tablet, even her phone, was shut off for the duration of this meeting, just in case.
"So," she said, finally. "Your file only tells me so much. What can you tell me about yourself, Mr. Harmaajärvi?" She sounded truly interested, but you could tell a lot about someone by what they said about themselves, especially....children.
Brook didn't know who she pissed off up the ranks, or what she did to deserve this, but it really wasn't fair. She hated desk-work. That was bad enough, but this was cruel and unusual punishment. It had to be. Usually, a highly dangerous mutant needing someone to keep them in check was right up Brook's alley, but this...this....Ugh.
This was a child. Eleven years old. She was a SUPER Agent. Highly trained in subterfuge and a registered killing machine, and here she was expected to babysit?!? The blond woman sighed deeply, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked down the hall. Dressed in a black blouse, a matching black skirt and heels, she carried herself like she meant business even though she was definitely not happy to be here.
With another sigh, she opened the door to the waiting room to find the kid decked out in...was that a bow tie? Okay he was cute, for a little delinquent, but kids still weren't her thing. She glanced down at his file in her hand, taking in what info she could. Finland? Well, at least she'd get to show off her lingual skills.
"Panu? My name is Brook Calahan. It seems like we're going to be...hanging out...for awhile," she said, her Finnish a little rusty, but not bad, though maybe she was having a hard time hiding the fact that she really didn't want to be there. But as far as she could guess....neither did he.
Brook's dry humor was one of those things people loved or hated about her, and frankly, she really didn't care which one it was as long as you had a definitive opinion. This woman spent a lot of time in silence, and Brooklyn had to admit she wished she could have seen whatever happened to lead this small woman to her doorstep with her doppleganger. That was probably a sight to see.
This whole thing with doubles, she had to admit was quite confusing sometimes, though she reminded herself that on this side of the rip, technically she was the double. Though...she had to wonder what her own alternate self was up to. But there was no time for that nonsense now; she had work to do.
"Yeah, fights can be that way. People don't realize the psychological damage it can do to you, especially given the circumstances." Bending a little, she worked to help support the body, so that she was side by side with Amelia.
"Alright, there's an infirmary we can take her to, and they'll check her condition. From there...well, we'll have to see. From the looks of it though...nice work." She gave a slight smile at the compliment as she started walking awkwardly, like they were in some three legged race from hell.
Some days, Brooklyn Callahan loved her job. Tracking and tagging mutants, a little covert operations, getting to use her gun....those things were great. The more...professional....businessy side of things that she often ended up having to take care of...not so much. But the bottom line was, the woman worked for a government organization, and government organizations had paperwork, and rules, and things that had to be done. But...
That didn't stop her from looking damn good while doing it. Today's number was a pair of black leather pants that managed to emphasize her figure just right while still being comfortable and breathing properly, and a black, long sleeved blouse. Every button was buttoned, because she *was* working, but she still rocked the look with a sort of pride that very few could pull off.
Yet, in the midst of her mundane day, she'd gotten a call that she was needed at the front of the building. So, making her way down to the front, she saw the door person, whom she waved away, and then she saw some woman in a police uniform, with another woman who was either knocked out, or no longer one with this side of the universe. Well, at least today was no longer boring and mundane.
"Omega 13," she said, introducing herself without offering a gesture of a handshake, for a few reasons. One, she didn't do that. And two, miss lady had her hands full. "Let me guess, you're dropping off a package I need to process?"
Brook's smile did falter, on the other hand, though it went from an actual smile back to that dangerous smirk that resembled the cat playing with the mouse like before. Though....he did buy her another drink. And he was actually....dare she admit...almost actual winning her over with his charms? She took a sip of he new drink, not knowing how to process this information. In fact, if he wasn't well...an obvious mutant, she probably would have been much more receptive.
Though given her past experience with mutants, and not to mention her job, maybe her hesitance and prejudice was somewhat justified. Sure, it wasn't fair to mutants, but she felt that it wasn't fair to humans that there were others walking among them that were capable of gods knew what just walking around unchecked. And yes, one bad apple did spoil the bunch. But here she was, letting a visible mutant buy her drinks, and she was actually entertaining him.
And what's more, there were no cheesy pickup lines, no corny comments about her falling from heaven or other stupid nonsense.In fact, when he spoke, it was a question that made her think. The blonde woman looked him in his red eyes as she let her glass rest on her lips for a moment, the gears in her brain tuning, processing everything.
"Well, if the roommate earns their keep with it, then I think you've got to ask yourself another question. Can you handle it? I think needing to go out is quite normal; my apartment is used just for sleeping, for the most part. So you have to ask yourself if living with this roommate is for whatever reason worth the canvas and the smell of paint fumes." Her arms folded across her chest again as she let him take in her answer.
It seemed as though her admirer had tagged himself in after she got rid of the meat-head. But he stopped on the side of the table instead of sitting across from her, so she couldn't use the little trick with her gun again. Instead, she just continued sipping at her drink, every now glancing at him with a side-eye.
"At this point, I'd think my 'mutation' was attracting unwanted attention," she said dryly, but she couldn't help the smirk curling across her lips. "Well, I doubt there is anything about me that hints 'damsel in distress,' but the thought is appreciated," she said, emotion still absent from her voice, but there was a hint of sincerity as she spoke.
She looked him over, then downed the rest of her drink. It was starting to take effect, but her alcohol tolerance was one of the many things the older woman could brag about. "Have a seat. I promise I won't run you off like the other guy. Let's just...talk. Maybe buy me a couple more drinks, if you're good for it." The smirk curled into an amusing smile, though it was hard to tell if it was a genuine smile or if it was one of those 'cat toying with prey' kind of smiles.
Honestly, this guy sort of sent chills up her spine. He was green, and Brooklyn had no earthly idea what he was capable of. But he seemed...oddly charming. And after watching what she did to guys who got on her nerves, he still had the cahones to come speak to her. So he was also either stupid, brave, or a masochist. And she could work with either of the last two.
"My name's Brook," she said finally, folding her arms across her chest. She really didn't expect this to go anywhere, but she was starting to feel better that he was a visible mutant. This let her know he was capable of something and though she wasn't sure what, it was a lot less nerve-wracking than wondering if he was just an average Joe or not. This way, she knew, he most definitely wasn't.
